I recently spied a butcher while walking to Lidl for groceries.
The trouble is the distance from our apartment and it’s location across a busy road with no crosswalk. The distance poses a challenge because I have to walk a half hour with meat. If the weather is warm — well, that’s not good.
But, it’s a butcher, and I love butchers so I had to peek inside.
The plan was to see what they offered and check out the prices. Just looking. The store was big and filled with different kinds of poultry, beef, and pork, plus all sorts of delicious things like olive oil, artisan condiments, and pasta.
In other words, I could easily spend a lot of money in here.
So, we introduced ourselves. I can’t help myself, as I’m always trying to get to know shop owners and practice my Italian. We told the butcher we were new in town, and we said we just wanted to pop in for a visit.
The owner was so sweet, and as we were leaving (after looking but not buying anything), he sent me away with a patty of his finest beef as a gift. I was so touched!
I friggin’ love Italy.